Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 11:54:56 +0000
From: Tom
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 65
Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!
First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!
This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.
Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!
You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!
Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!
Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!
Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm
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And....
If you've managed to keep up with this epic for this long then you deserve
a Christmas drink, so do have a good time and I will see you metaphorically
in the new year with the last few chapters - sad but true.
Comments as ever always welcome.
Happy Xmas
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Chapter 65 – Something to chew on
"Oi! You wanker!" Nigel leapt out from behind the gym wall when he saw Art
walking dreamily past, as ever with a hand deep in his trouser pocket.
"You fuckin' made me jump!" surprised, Art stopped in his tracks and then
smiled. "Anyway who told you? Were you were waiting for me?"
"Yer `course, I been fuckin' missing you!" Nigel looked round to see that
nobody was looking and put his hand on Art's bum, instinctively he felt for
the elastic of his briefs and twanged it through his trousers.
"I wanna get in these today!"
"The way I feel, you can get in 'em right now, be a lot more fun than wot
I've been through so far." replied Art sounding rather flat.
"Wot's up kid, you don't sound very happy." Nigel looked him in the
face. "Have you been crying?"
"Keep yer voice down." Art looked about. "Yes, is the honest fuckin'
answer!"
"Oh fuckin' wot!"
"Wot in-fuckin' deed!"
"Well, wanna talk about it?" Nigel calmly switched from underwear predator
to protective brother mode.
"If you want," Art looked at the ground, then started to walk on, "well
yes, I 'spose I fuckin' do! I'm all right now, we'll talk in morning
break. Yeah?"
"Right. Come on let's get in early for registration before the whole bloody
school starts going in `cause the bell gonna ring any second." said Nigel
catching up with him.
"Look, ain't that Art and Nigel up there by the entrance?" said Tom nudging
Alex when they also rounded the corner by the gym.
"Yer could be, but it's no good telling me is it. It's Simon who's gotta
talk to 'em innit?" replied Alex.
"I `spose, but I ain't seen him yet have you?"
"No, but it's hard picking out anybody in this lot isn't it? Now the bells
starting ringing it's gone like Picadilly Circus!" Alex looked around at
the dozens of pupils who were all now reluctantly heading for the door.
"You been there then?" asked Tom.
"No, it's just an expression innit?" replied Alex. "That's in London innit,
where all the streets is paved with gold!"
"I think that gold thing is bollocks, they're paved with underwear!" said
Tom grinning. "So, should I have wank in Brian's pants before I give 'em
back?"
"Definitely!" Alex's eyes lit up. "In fact you could ask him to wank you
off in 'em! He'd love to do that."
"Morning break or dinner break?" Tom grinned again.
"Dinner, `cause I'm getting me hand in through yer pocket this morning,
remember!"
"Right.. hang on look at them." Tom pointed towards Art and Nigel who were
just approaching the door. "Who's that fat kid running up to talk to `em
then?"
"Wot?" Alex strained to see. "I dunno, I've seen him but I don't know him,
d'you?"
"No idea. Maybe he wants Art to give him a good wanking!" said Tom. "D'you
know, from wot Simon's said he's at it all the time."
"Wanking? Dunno wot you mean!" Alex grinned. "But I've heard it makes you
blind."
"And I thought it just gave you hairy hands!"
"Nigel, hold on," the voice sounded a little out of breath, "I've been
thinking."
"Thinking. Well fuck me!" replied Art without even knowing who it was
talking. He turned and saw it was Richard, quiet and hardly the life and
soul of the party. "You'll fuckin' damage yer brain with too much
thinking!"
"Ah yeah, it's a bit like wanking, now that'll really damage yer brain!"
Nigel stopped and turned to face him. "I'll bet you were doing that last
night! Eh? After I did in class with you."
Not so much fat as slightly globular, Richard was dumfounded at the instant
sexual repartee. Never having been the sexual centre of attention nor
subjected to the brand of humour as perfected by Art and Nigel he turned a
delightful shade of red which readily confirmed Nigel's assumption.
"Oh... I.. uumm.. oh shit!" the words he had been so carefully rehearsing
from the time he made his momentous decision previous evening had totally
deserted him.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Richard looked blankly at Nigel feeling an utter idiot.
"Wot's up? You all right?" asked Nigel sounding as though he really did
care. "Come on, walk with us and you tell us wot yer problem is."
"Let me help," calmly interrupted Art, who having a nose for matters sexual
was like a bloodhound, "is it about yesterday afternoon?"
"Wot.. how?
"That you sat by the old spunk fountain here, when he had a wank in class?"
Art licked his lips. "And you been wanking yerself silly all night thinking
about it!"
"Wot! You knows? How?" asked Richard looking panic stricken. He looked
around nervously in case they were overheard. "Who else knows?"
"Only me and I just guessed! But I'm right, yeah? It's just fuckin' obvious
innit?" Art played his trump card and beamed one of his so special
smiles. "You should have joined him doing it in class, `cause that's wot
you really, really wanted wasn't it?"
"Uumm.. yeah!" As Art's magic began to take hold Richard became flustered,
his mouth dropped open and he nodded slowly. It was the truth, he'd admit
anything.
"So was I right, that you went for it last night!" Nigel winked at Art and
briefly put an arm around Richard's shoulder. "Twice was it?"
"Yer! How d'you know? I ain't never talked about this before," croaked the
red faced Richard, "that's wot I wanted... to say.. d'you see?"
"Hey? See wot?" said Art grinning. "I see a happy little wanker!"
"Well, see Nigel, offered to do it with me... and," for one so shy and
inhibited Richard was finding it very painful to admit, "and I've been
thinking about all night.. and I want to... with you.. will you? Still? You
said you would?"
"You mean you been thinking and wanking about having a wank with me all
night?" Nigel replaced his arm on his shoulder and pulled him. Almost
whispering he said. "Rich, I've always wanted to see wot's in yer little
white pants, especially as you never gives us so much as a flash in the
gym! I reckon you're hiding a big one!"
"Fuck, now you've given me a hard on!" added Art enthusiastically, never
being one to miss the opportunity of inveigling a secret wanker into the
fold.
"Wot me? Have I really!" exclaimed Richard looking incredibly pleased with
himself.
"Oh yer, you really have." cooed Art, looking over at Nigel. "Have a
butchers Rich, you can even put yer hand down me pants and give it a rub if
you like!"
"Wot! Me hand down yer pants? Now?" Richard replied sounding almost
frightened.
"If you don't, I will!" replied Art giggling.
Wisely, Richard found himself unable to brave a handful of Art's hot and
sticky genitalia but did look down and see that Art's trousers were
certainly showing signs of stress, although he failed to notice the two
straining safety pins!
"Looks like you got a little one starting as well!" Art nodded towards the
lump now showing in the nicely pressed grey trousers.
"Hhmm.. oh... yes!"
Despite smiling, Richard was deeply embarrassed knowing he was far from
being well endowed and the real reason he never liked to be seen in the
changing rooms or joined in with any of the sexual banter. However, like
other boys before him with Nigel's genuine encouragement had made his mind
up to do actually do something physical instead of just fantasising about
it at bedtime. This was going to be it, no matter how painful or
embarrassing it may turn out to be.
"Well, no time like the present `cause you've fuckin' got me going now as
well! You're hot!" said Nigel smiling. "We'll all go to our little bog by
the science block after dinner and you can wank us all off! That's settled
then! Right?"
"Yeah, I'll be needing a quick one by then!" added Art fingering his
erection through his trousers. "Looks like you've turned us both on mate!"
"Wot me?" asked Richard coyly and unable to believe that they were saying
he had sexually excited them both. It was only then that he realised what
he had agreed to.
"Wot! The bog... but you don't mean today d'you?"
"Mmmhh yeah for wanky, wanky!" Art grinned reinforcing the spell. "Course
we fuckin' do!"
Richard was now panicky, events were all going too quickly. Had gone
even. This wasn't as he had planned it at all. Thinking it would be just
Nigel he wasn't prepared for the sex craved Art to invite himself into his
underpants. Besides, in his dreams he always had an escape plan should his
nerve fail and now there was to be no escape!
"Oh yeah!" Nigel increased the pressure. "Shit, you got us all horny now
mate. Fuckin' hell I just hope I don't cum in me pants before dinner time!"
"Yer, I'll bet me cock don't down till we meet!" said Art trying to keep
from giggling. "I hope you got some clean pants on Rich, I likes a boy in
clean pants."
"Oh he certainly does." added Nigel, who had to turn quickly away and feign
coughing before he burst into laughter, finally spluttering. "D'you know
Rich, his mum is always looking at his pants to see if they're clean!"
"So does my mum!" blurted out Richard.
"Looking for stains!" murmured Art to himself visualising discovering
Richards briefs to be absolutely covered in spunk stains when he undressed
him later in a locked cubicle.
"Anyway, I `spect you're wearing some nice white Y-fronts?" asked Nigel.
"How d'you know that?" asked Richard naively. Who as yet he hadn't
developed an underwear fetish and was quite unaware that that was most
doting mothers bought their offspring.
"I looked in me crystal balls." replied Nigel repeating his favourite
joke. Turning away again and pretending to cough again as he was barely
able to restrain himself from bursting out with laughter.
"Wot!" the joke was lost on Richard.
"Hey, have I seen you wearing a vest, when you change for gym?" asked Art
trying to change the subject in a vain bid to stifle the laughter.
"Matches me pants."
"Fuck me!" grunted Art excitedly under his breath. "Matching vest and pants
in the fourth form!"
"Wot, a vest and pants!" echoed Nigel sounding amazed. His cock lurched
ever upwards and tried to escape from the fly of his briefs.
"Yeah. It's me mum innit?" replied Richard innocently. "She says I gotta
wear them."
"D'you tuck yer vest into yer pants?" asked Art hopefully recalling the pee
stained vests he used to look out for so regularly at junior school.
"Uumm.. sometimes." replied Richard rather slowly. Not entirely sure if his
new found friends were having a joke at his expense, he decided not and
answered honestly.
Waiting expectantly for Richard's reply, Nigel slipped one hand into his
trouser pocket and tried to free his hardening cock from the tangled fly of
his sagging briefs. Finally it sprang free adding more precum to the huge
stain which had resulted from the previous afternoons ejaculation. Rather
like Art, he had developed a fetish for wearing dirty underpants and had
not taken them off since the previous morning. Distinctly fetid from being
worn so long they added considerably to the thrill of what was to come with
Richard in the toilet. Knowing his mother thought he was wearing clean
clothes every day Nigel prayed she wouldn't find out as he was planning on
wearing them through till next day as well!
"Oh, fuck me, he's in a vest!" muttered Nigel glancing towards Art who
seemed just as enthralled as he was.
"Rich, look we gotta go to class now, but we'll meet up after the dinner
sitting then, if we don't catch up in the morning break." said Art
smiling. "No wanking till then, you promise!"
"Promise." he said quietly, not that he would have had the nerve to do it
in school anyway. Having fallen under the charms of Art and Nigel there was
now no escape.
Totally embarrassed Richard was grinning and giggling like a wayward nine
year old, never had he expected to be wanking with two other boys that very
same day. Nestling deep in his pristine white Y-fronts the head of his
very, very modest member was already sliding around inside it's cavernous,
bell-like foreskin. Whilst his erectile dimensions were below average the
one thing he did posses was a foreskin easily twice the regulation size
coupled with the ability to produce quantities of precum that nearly
rivalled that of Nigel!
"Well, let's move on," said Nigel herding them down the corridor, "we don't
want to be late and have a detention over the dinner break do us?"
"No." replied Richard his mouth now going dry as the enormity of what he
had just agreed to do slowly sunk in. Oddly, his legs began to feel rather
weak as he broke off to walk to his own form-room, was it due to the
heightened anticipation or simply the weight of precum he had already
started dispensing into his underpants?
Morning break. Simon had finally caught up with Tom and Alex and had heard
the saga of Tom's paternal conversations, concluding like Alex that Tom
ought to somehow tackle his father to establish what had been said to his
mother.
"Anyway, so that's wot you gotta do," said Alex firmly, " `cause till you
know wot he said you won't be able to play it right with yer mum will you?"
"No, I `spose not." said Tom scratching his head. "I'll have to ask him
tonight then."
"Good and let us know." said Simon. "Hey, now listen. Art had a do this
morning with mum, he came downstairs wrapped in towel to ask mum to mend
the zip on his trousers!"
"Sounds familiar!" said Alex grinning.
"And.." asked Tom who blushed slightly thinking that he was wearing Alex's
shorts since the zip on his own was also broken.
"Well, I don't know wot happened exactly, I was on the other side of the
kitchen," Simon looked round to see if anybody was listening, "but suddenly
the towel caught on a chair and fell down and.."
"Ooohhh!" interrupted Tom excitedly. "Wot? Wot.. d'you see his willy?"
"He was facing mum and dad and wearing his white pants and then mum started
shouting about him being a revolting boy and dad told me go and get ready
for school."
"Bloody hell, d'you think she saw his willy or something?" asked Alex. "I'd
die if my mum saw mine."
"Couldn't see, but he's always got a hard on hasn't he?" Simon
grinned. "Anyway his pants didn't look too clean and that couldn't have
helped with mum an' that!"
"Wot, you mean cum stains?" asked Tom determined to wring the full details
from Simon.
"Well, that or pee innit I `spose?"
"Then wot happens? Go on!"
"Well he grabs the towel and runs out the room and dad follows him up the
stairs, I don't know wot happened then." Simon drew breath. "Anyway mum had
calmed down a bit by then. She sorta of told me it was nothing and that I
had to get the bus in on me own."
"And... was that it?" asked Tom.
"It's enough innit!" Simon grinned again.
"I `spose so, pity you didn't see the front of his pants though wasn't it?"
said Alex.
Simon replied mischievously, "I'll have a look in the laundry basket, he's
gotta put something out for a wash soon!"
"Wish I had a brother." said Tom rather dejectedly.
"Wot you'd look at his pants!" quipped Simon.
"Probably!"
"But you got me." replied Alex quickly putting his hand on Tom's knee.
"Yeah, I have." Tom blinked and put his hand on top of Alex's. "You're as
good as."
Looking between them Simon felt rather embarrassed sitting there, the look
in their eyes said it all.
Suddenly Tom looked up and rubbed the sleeve of his blazer across his face.
"Right! Sorry, Si we didn't.. we didn't mean to, to... well.. oh fuck!"
"It's all right, I sorta understand." even Simon's voice sounded rather
emotional now, leaning forward he tentatively put a hand on each of them.
Alex took a deep breath and smiled. "We all knows, don't we?"
"I think so." said Simon. "Anyway, say wot we will, I still got Art."
"And you're very lucky to have him." said Alex blinking. "I knows we jokes
about him but he really do care, don't he?"
"Yer, he's luvly." now it was Simon's turn to blink.
"And I'd be lost without you," said Tom quietly, looking into Alex's face,
"well, any of you."
"Oh fuck, please don't start us all off!" said Alex blinking again.
"No. Right. Now look," said Tom firmly, wiping his eyes one more
time. "now, it's time for a change of subject. Simon, you gotta get the key
to the shed for Sunday."
"Oh shit! I'd forgotten that." Simon pulled face.
"Wot did I tell you!" said Alex to Tom. "That's wot wanking does for you!"
"Who me?"
"Anyway, who's got it? I thought it was Nigel?" asked Tom.
"Yer, `tis I'm sure." Simon scratched his nose. "I'm gonna have to ask Art
to uumm.. sorta fix it I `spose."
"Well, OK," said Tom, "but don't you let him have the details of exactly
wot or when we gonna do it or else he'll be there like a rat up a fuckin'
drainpipe!"
"And... Martin?" asked Alex.
"Well of course he's invited." Tom grinned. "We'll have to make sure of
that. Hey, while I think about it wot d'you think about then two little
ones. You know Barry and.. uumm.. wot's his name... Brian's little
brother."
"It's Robbie innit?" said Alex. "I dunno, shall we see wot Brian and the
others think when we catch up with 'em at dinner?"
"Yer, good idea." said Simon. "If I see Art and he's in a good mood I might
ask him, `cause he's bound to know where Nigel is."
"Oh shit, there's the bell." Tom started to get up. "We'll start reminding
the others at dinner then. Shall we do it in shorts again?"
"Fuckin' right!" Alex smiled as he looked at Tom.
"Shorts?" queried Simon.
"Yeah, with yer pants on underneath and we strips 'em off you slowly!"
replied Alex rubbing his hardening cock through shorts. "So all the stuff
takes place while yer wearing yer pants, it's part of the fun."
"Any questions?" asked Tom following Alex's example and pushing on his
shorts.
"Only, Stuff?" said Simon. "Wot's stuff?"
"I might stuff me fingers or me willy up your bum, would that do?" said Tom
giggling."
"Bit like getting stuffed!" Simon nodded very enthusiastically. "Can't
wait!"
Someone else who couldn't wait was Richard, although he was only waiting
for the dinner break!
The timetable had separated him from Art and Nigel for the two lessons
preceding the dinner break, allowing his emotions to swing between the
extremes of abject panic and sheer lust. And, just to compound his confused
emotional state, there was a further nagging constant which had crept into
the equation. In short, it was his cock! Having been fully erect since
talking with Nigel it was now beginning to ache, although that in itself
was doing nothing to stem the flow of precum which had been constantly
filling his capacious foreskin.
Beneath the smart grey trousers the once crisp, white, Y-fronts now
resembled a wet dishcloth and felt rather slimy, not to say a little
squelchy as he walked apprehensively towards the dinner hall. The only
consolation of not having a large organ was that it rarely made his
trousers tent and as he hadn't bothered to look, the shimmering darker
patch covering the fly went unnoticed.
The first dinner sitting was always busier than the second. Not immediately
seeing either Art or Nigel in the throng queuing up for food Richard took
his place and eventually found himself sitting at a table to eat with Andy
and James, two other boys from the same year. In accord with his portly
figure he concentrated on demolished the huge plate of food and actually
reached the point where he forgot what pleasures lay in store for him after
eating.
"There he is, stuffing his face."
It was Art's voice. Richard froze for a few moments when he realised the
inevitable unveiling of his boyhood which was still to come. With much
kicking and scraping of chairs Art and Nigel sat down beside him whilst
balancing their trays.
"What the fuck is it?" asked Art prodding the plate in disbelief. "Is this
fuckin' grey stuff mashed potato?"
"You mean special school lumped fuckin' potato, don't you?" said James. "We
think it is."
"But is it any fucking good?" asked Nigel stabbing a burnt lumpy object
reposing in a pool of congealing brown glutenous liquid.
"No, is it fuck!" replied Andy who had left most of it on his plate.
"Is it, fuck? I ain't tried that before!" said Art starting to giggle.
"No it's not fuck, it's really fucked!" James started laughing.
"It's them fuckin' asshole things innit?" Andy made a face. "Taste like
they sound!"
"Rissoles." said Richard desperately trying cut the vulcanised remnants
into smaller bite sized remnants.
"Fuckin' rissoles, to you and all!" Art was laughing.
"Cor, he's fuckin' desperate isn't he?" said James pointing to Richard who
was stuffing as much as he could into his mouth.
"You'd have to be fuckin' desperate to eat this wouldn't you?" said Nigel
seemingly unable to break the skin on the gravy. "Wot's this brown shit
stuck to it?"
"Shit." said James with some accuracy.
"You'll ruin your figure Rich, eating platefuls of shit like this!"
observed Art tactfully.
"Fuck off!" he replied in between chewing on a toughened rissole remnant.
"Fuckin' thing is, our parents pays for this shit!" said Andy. "They've
been fuckin' done!"
"It's shit!" added James. "We ought to go on fuckin' hunger strike."
"We already are," said Art giggling, "nobody's fuckin' eating it anyway are
they?"
"No. Fuck this!" said Nigel pushing the plate away in disgust. "Even me mum
can cook better than this!"
"Don't you want it?" asked Richard looking up from his near empty plate.
"No, I fuckin' don't!" Nigel looked at Richard, his face, transfixed by the
full plate. Shaking his head in amazement Nigel asked. "You ain't gonna eat
it?"
"Yer! Why not?"
Richard managed to spear the offending rissole at the third attempt and it
dropped on his plate with a crash. He looked at it hungrily. It looked back
knowing a blunt school knife and fork couldn't penetrate it's skin!
"Fucking rissoles!" said Art slowly.
"Fucking assholes!" said Nigel slowly.
"Fuckin' hell!" said Andy slowly.
"Fuckin' mental!" said James slowly.
Richard took no notice and continued with mission impossible trying to cut
it up.
"So wot's for pud?" asked Nigel desperate for some form of nutrition and
unable to watch Richard chasing the rissole around the plate any longer.
He turned to Andy, "Is the fuckin' pud any fuckin' better? Have you seen
it?"
"You'll fuckin' love it!" said Andy before dissolving into laughter.
"Nige think, wot else could it be to go with assholes in shit sauce on a
fuckin' Tuesday?" asked James in between laughing.
"Fuck knows!" replied Nigel starting to giggle uncontrollably.
Richard was still stuffing his face oblivious to the ridiculous
conversation.
"Well, Tuesday.. and it's always fuckin'..." James unable to finish the
sentence put his head in hands and collapsed in laughter.
"Tuesday.. it's always fuckin' spotted dick innit!" Art finally blurted
out.
"No! Wot with those fuckin' rabbit turds in the custard again?" exclaimed
Nigel who had hoped for something a little more appealing, not to say
edible. That finished it, nobody was able to speak, laughter took over
until Art poked Richard hard in the ribs to make a very pertinent comment.
"And you'll be having two lots of fuckin' spotted dick shortly as well!"
"Wot!" spluttered Richard all but choking on his last rubberised rissole
remnant.
Escape there was not.
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Chapter 66 to follow